A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08

My stomach churned with an overwhelming hodgepodge of feelings. Shame, lust, disgust, doom, anticipation, excitement, anger, all rolled through my mind like a whirling disco ball of thoughts reflecting in my brain.

When Mark opened the door in his white terry cloth robe, hanging open to reveal his limp cock, which was bigger than mine in my semi-erect state. As my eyes locked on his manhood, my own cock stirred shamefully toward a full hard-on.

His arrogant grin lit up, as he saw where my eyes immediately went. "Happy to see me, I can tell, CC."

CC was the nickname he had given as an abbreviation for Captain Cock-whore. I am an airline captain, and he derived great pleasure incorporating my title into his condescending nickname for me. It only helped to emphasize all that I stood to lose if he released all the videos, pics, and text messages he had on me.

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied compliantly, and sadly, but also truthfully.

I had been away, and he had taunted me into a constant state of arousal that I needed to relieve. Despite a rather passionate encounter with my wife Amy the previous day, I had been in a revved-up state all day, anticipating what he had in store for me.

"Your uniform is in the bedroom. Please put it on and contemplate where you would like to receive me first, ass or mouth," he said, looking toward the hall to the bedroom. "When you are dressed, please bring your four-hundred-dollar buy-in and let me know your decision."

As ...

... I walked to the bedroom, I knew my choice, and I'm sure he did too. I needed to use my superpower. It made my cock hard, knowing I was the only one to ever take him all into my throat. It made my cock hard, feeling him so deep inside me. It made my cock hard, smelling him and tasting him. It made my cock hard, wearing the stockings and the mask. As I eyed the 'uniform' on the bed, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me.

I put it on', with my cock stiff as a board. As I pulled the stockings up my legs, the feel of them only made matters worse. I looked at myself as I clipped the garter belt to the top of the nylons. I turned sideways to see my profile with my raging boner.

I watched myself, as I put on the bright-red spandex T, with the outline of a limp cock and balls with the capital letters 'CC' inside. When I put on the mask, the transformation was complete. I was 'Captain Cock-whore', able to down ten inches in a single swallow.

I took one last look at my profile in the silk thigh-highs and garter, cock at full staff, ready to service his monster cock for as long as he would let me.

When I entered the kitchen, he acted stunned. "Holy fuck, CC. Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"

His cock had begun to grow, now arching out through the front of the robe. I gazed at it, willing it to stiffen, as he removed the four-hundred dollars from my hand.

"Can I please suck your cock, sir?" I asked, not breaking my stare and oblivious ...